I see it now, The Scottish Princess Voodoo Store, my name in lights at last.

I will become famous and live in New Orlins and eat Crawfish Monica for breakfast and dinner every day. Life would be so simple. All the girls who moan about the latest jerk that dumped them could frcome straight to me. We sort them out.

"SP , what about your yoga and karma and being kind sto others,"Aileen was quite concerned at the new punishing me. "Book yourself in for ten double sessions at the Freudian Institute in
the West Village, I think you lost it. Too many crawfish enchiladas have gone to your brain,lass."

"I am on holiday and I just came up with a brilliant new business idea! Leave it out with the morality lecture. Hortense and I are going to rake it in. Come to think of it, you must have some crappy mean exes yourself , think back hard."
Hortense and I had really bonded, as long as she did not ask for my photo!

Come on we have a show to catch . She dragged me out before I had some more brilliant ideas involving voodoo punishments.

Come back any time, smiled the old lady who ran the voodoo shop.

Thanks for the great idea of bring a photo and turn any problem maker into a voodoo doll, business has been slow since Katrina, we need a new marketing angle and I wanted to get into social media. I feel this idea has great potential those dolls look a bit scabby,ratty and impersonal, time to modernize !

On the way home we passed a real voodoo shop in the French Quarter

Spells, potions, dolls of course. I enquired about making a voodoo doll at the desk from pictures of some of my less successful exes. They said nobody had thought of that but if I left the pictures here and $100 per doll, I could come back tomorrow and have some new dolls to play with.

Hhhmmmm , not sure my exes are worth $100 each, that money could be better spent on my hotel bill, which was adding up fast as I like trying all the Creole dishes in room service.

Maybe not, though give me your card in case I get any grief from future exes and I can let potential boyfriends know behave or face voodoo calamities ! That will teach them to split the bill! Ha!

Go easy on the crawfish extravaganza my friend warned. They are not remotely kosher. Your poor dad would faint.

Well you know what they saw, I countered, what you don't know doesn't hurt you. Ha! With that I took another bite of the Crawfish Diana, a Paella dish and gave a large burp. A crawfish leg poking out the corner of my mouth.

"Some vegetarian you turned out to be ," moaned Aileen.

"Ach, leave me alone, I am enjoying myself. Pass me the hot sauce please! Who knew New Orlin's was so fun.

There was so many crawfish delicacies I was ready to try them all

Crawfish Etrouphe, crawfish Monica a creamy pasta dish, crawfish enchilada , crawfish paella .... The list was endless.

At Tipitina's Downtown we pondered the celestial message in between songs.

"Kind of a drag, I was hoping to do Al Green Sunday and catch last flight home, but if meditation has taught me anything, it is never ignore a celestial message and she did get the Omni hotel right. She must be on to something."
We danced through the songs but my mind was one of unease.

"Come closer," the angel beckoned.

I was puzzled but stood as close as possible. What was the celestial word?

"You must return home quickly. Do not stay an extra night for Al Green, your life depends on it." She cautioned me in a stern, angelic whisper. "Go hence to the Omni and pack your bag."

Across the gallery I felt a presence calling me.

Another angel sculpture seemed to be beckoning me towards her.
"Maybe she has a message from Jesus and he is not too chuffed that as soon as you leave the gospel tent he is instantly forgotten.", I suggested to my pal.

In between live gigs we popped into a gallery and stumbled upon a beautiful angel sculpture.

"Do you think she has a message for us?" asked Aileen,"she is so beautiful and strange."

I think he will understand as long as your heart is still true, I advised.

"Great relief, I was unsure how our dating life would be, I mean we would have to keep avoiding all his followers across the globe.

Do you think Jesus would be upset if we traded him for a live hot sax player?

Aileen was not wanting to cause offense to "The King of Men."
Hours at the Gospel Tent had turned her into a diehard fan.

We were both swept into the vibe

The brass sax penetrated through to your very soul.

At the Blue Nile the atmosphere was hopping

Everyone was diggin' the scene.

Strolling around the French Quarter on a balmy night was very relaxing

The streets were filled with different music from every bar. People seemed happy and focused on partying hard.

One fairy looked like she had slightly overdone it at jazzfest.

She looked sozzled and dehydrated from the sun. Little did I know what was to befall me only a night later.

Hidden at the back of gallery was a collection of fairies in jars

The fairies were dressed very elegantly and looked ready for a night out.

That night I explored the hidden grottos of the French Quarter

There was strict instructions, no photography, which I of course ignored, as these type of bans do not apply to royalty.

Well being of the Spoilt Princess Ilk we decided that the Pedicab was the smart option

Trundling through the streets of N'Orlins on the pedicab was worth every penny and we decided to book him for fast escape route every night.
I even had time for a post festival hotel pool dip after all.

No one told us it was impossible to get back to your hotel once the music ends at 7pm

It was total mayhem as thousands streamed out of the festival ground. We were desperate for a rooftop swim at the Omni Hotel back in The French Quarter, but not a cab in sight and the buses back were full, full, full.

"Eek, we are stranded. Any ideas? " I asked my buddy, Highland Fling.

"Zilcho. Hitching a ride, go ask that man in the white van if he is going near the French Quarter."

But no joy. Suddenly a night in Shining Armor appeared.

"Pedicab, best way to travel! Only $60 back to your hotel and you can travel in comfort and style."

A must see he told us was the artist memorial stones of the previous festival greats

Each one had their own story.